On the first day of the third year of Baoqing, the eldest grandson Hong took the dog and embarked on the road back to the city.

In the past few days, the shop is closed, the craftsmen have gone back for the New Year, there are not many people in the workshop, just the material is boiled, the formula is only known to Changsun Hong, take advantage of no one to prepare more, so as not to be spied on when there are too many people.

Duan Wu didn't go home, he stayed in the shop, he was a barbarian, he didn't have a deep concept of the Spring Festival, it didn't matter if he didn't go back, Xuzhou was far away, the transportation was inconvenient, and he could also talk to him about things over there.

Zhang was reluctant, pulled his son and told and instructed, instructed and instructed, washed all the clothes on the eldest grandson Hong's body, wiped his tears and stuffed some self-made cooking cakes in his bag, filled the water hyacinth with water, and sent it out of the village.

Of course, the eldest grandson Hao has to be more reserved, and some blame Zhang's mother-in-law.

"Erlang is an adult, what are you doing like this?" He was dissatisfied: "A good man has ambitions in all directions, and when he goes to Beijing to take the exam, will you still accompany him as a mother?" ”

Zhang didn't dare to pout, just forced a smile, touched his son's face and touched it, her hands were calloused, and it hurt to touch her face, but Changsun Hong didn't move, letting his mother caress him.

A few people dragged on for a long time at the entrance of the village, Changsun Hao was impatient, and finally said a few words, and then took Zhang's back, Zhang's also turned back one step at a time, and kept looking at the figure of Changsun Hong's distant departure.

The eldest grandson Jin used the excuse of sending off his nephew and walked with him for a while, and when he walked to a place where there was no one, he took out a cloth bag more than a foot long from his back.

In the shocked eyes of the eldest grandson Hong and the dog, his eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Open it and take a look!" ”

Changsun Hong felt it with his hands, and it was probably a hard object inside, like a sword or something, wide and short, very unique.

His heart became excited, and he slowly untied the tangled rag, and a square-tipped broad-edged knife appeared in front of him.

The knife is one foot two inches long, the blade is about four inches wide, the thick back is thin, the square head is short, the snow bright edge is light and can be seen, it is very sharp, the handle is wooden, wrapped around the circle of cloth, it feels very powerful to hold it, wave it twice, and the tiger is vigorous.

"Second uncle, this is ...... For me? The eldest grandson Hong was surprised.

"Of course, this is a hand knife, it is the knife I used when I was in the border army, it is well maintained, and it has not been dull over the years, it was the top grade in the arsenal back then, and I exchanged it for the heads of three northern captives." The eldest grandson introduced proudly, stretched out his hand and flicked it on the blade, and a dragon roared leisurely, buzzing and enduring.

"Hehe, the weapons from the north and south workshops of the Great Song Dynasty are all scraps, which can be cut off as soon as they are cut in the battle array, and they will not pay for their lives." Changsun Jin said again: "But this knife, but it is an exception, it is a thing for the imperial court to reward meritorious soldiers, it is not bad, now I am hiding in the mountain village with your father, this knife is useless, it is better to give it to you, take it with you, on the way from south to north, there is also a self-defense device." ”

Changsun Hong didn't know about the sword soldiers, but he could also see that this was a good knife, just the black color in the blood groove of the blade for many years, and there was a faint trace of blood, which was enough to prove its origin, this knife had seen blood.

"Thank you, second uncle, but I haven't learned knife techniques." Changsun Hong felt a little pity and touched the blade and said.

"It doesn't matter, my eldest grandson's boxing method is the same as the knife method, the knife is the fist, the fist is the knife, the knife is the fist, you use the boxing method to swing the knife, and it will naturally be done." Changsun Jin said with a smile: "It's all fierce and fierce, fierce and powerful, it's about speed and strength, all of them are all passed, you can know it when you practice." ”

After a pause, he advised: "But this is a saber, different from the ordinary Pu knife, which is forbidden by the imperial court, you can find a scabbard to wrap it, so as not to leak it out and increase the lawsuit." ”

"What does the second uncle mean that I can practice swordsmanship?" The eldest grandson Hong rolled his eyes and said happily.

"Of course, when walking outside, a knife is a must, what's the use of holding a stick without a knife? The world is not peaceful, there are thieves everywhere, you are the owner of the paper mill, it is inevitable that there are thieves who are worried, it is good to say in the city, but in the wilderness outside the city, it is difficult to say. The eldest grandson Hong waved at them, turned around and said goodbye: "Reading is your father's hope, you should work hard, but don't pull down to practice martial arts, come back in a few days, I still have to consider you, if you slack off, I will pump your ass!" I'm going to have to walk for a day! ”

He said fiercely, but Changsun Hong knew that the second uncle was not such a ruthless person, so he agreed with a smile, said goodbye, and walked towards the state city with the dog.

Wandering around, the two of them entered the city without getting dark, the street was very depressed during the day of the first day of the new year, there were not a few people, the shops on the street were all on the door panels, everyone had to celebrate the festival, and the whole year was to look at these few days of leisure, the money was not enough, and rest was also necessary.

Rui Fuxiang really closed the door, there was an old widower left inside, this person had no children, no daughters, nowhere to go, and he had worked in Rui Fuxiang for many years, Ran Daqi took pity on him and let him live in the workshop. Except for him, no one else was there, and on the first day of the Lunar New Year, they either stayed at home or played on the dock.

The eldest grandson Hong can't be idle, he has something to do.

I went to the county government first, prepared a gift for Wang Xuejin, this relationship to maintain, it happened that Wang Gui's team leader was also on duty, sitting in the class room and complaining, and casually sent him some New Year's money, and the man grinned happily, and said while carrying money in his pocket: "The county is not here, go out early in the morning, and take people to carry the burden of gifts, probably where to send New Year's greetings." ”

There is nothing to do if the person is not there, the eldest grandson Hong left Rui Fuxiang's name thorn, asked Wang Gui to transfer it to Wang Xuejin, and went back.

He walked alone on the street boringly, and the few pedestrians who passed by hurriedly, and those who met met sang congratulations and said good New Year. He didn't have any acquaintances, and he found it even more boring.

There is a small restaurant on the street, but it is rare to open the door, selling some tea, pasta, and braised vegetables, the store is very small, the decoration is shabby, most of the bosses are poor, and they make some money while others are closed during the New Year.

Look at the dark, Rui Fuxiang is blind in the dark and no one cooks, the widower eats simply, Changsun Hong doesn't want to eat with him, so he walks in slowly, beckons to come to a bowl of noodles, wraps some braised vegetables, and takes it back to eat with the dog.

Sitting next to the table with a thick layer of grease and waiting, Changsun Hong was in a daze with nothing to do, thinking about his mother Zhang's thick hands for a while, the quiet mountain of Lijia Village, and the imaginary Mongolian Jinge Iron Horse for a while, thinking about it, he couldn't help but sigh.

"What does Brother Lei think? What do you sigh for? A strong voice sounded in my ears, and although it was deliberately suppressed, it was still as piercing as thunder.

Changsun Hong didn't react for the first time, and was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses: Except for the boss who is busy in the kitchen, it seems that I am alone.

He turned his head to look, and Lin Laosi's burly body like King Kong suddenly filled the entire field of vision.

(End of chapter)